Sam gets her boxers all the way down, shifts his weight so she can pull her legs up around him. He slides along the whole length of her once, again, gets himself slippery, then--Jesus. Jesus.

(He keeps thinking that at some point he's going to be able to get his cock all the way inside her without having to take that deep, shuddering breath afterward, but--

hasn't happened yet.)

He takes a minute and looks at her underneath him, hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, mouth open, a flash of tongue and bottom teeth. She shifts her hips a little, getting comfortable, getting deep. She rubs one cold foot against the back of his calf.

It's--different. Yeah.

(It's, ah. Fucking intense.)